Free Lynda's Lace by Lacey Alexander Page B

naughty apparel, so that excited her a little. It would haven been better if it had been constructed of black leather, or even red or black lace—but she knew it would hug her body snugly and make her look sexy for Jordan, albeit a little too saintly for her liking. She spied white stockings with lace tops still nestled in the pink paper.
    “Jordan says you have some white strappy heels he likes. He thought they’d look hot with this.”
    Lynda lifted her eyes back to her visitor. If she hadn’t been so sexually experienced, she might have felt a little weird discussing lingerie from her lover with someone she’d only just started getting to know—but fortunately, she was accustomed to talking about such things with ease. “I know the ones he means.” And another current of electricity hummed through her then—only because Jordan had never suggested sexy shoes with lingerie before. Another baby step in the right direction.
    “You should try it on,” Ginger said in that even-toned way of hers as she motioned toward the lace in Lynda’s hands. She didn’t smile and it was hard to read her face.
    “Now? Why?”
    Ginger gave her head a slight tilt, and as her expression took on a mischievous quality, her green eyes sparkled. “Jordan wanted me to make sure it fits.”
    Lynda lowered her chin, trying to understand. “Are you…reporting back to him when you leave here or something? Is he waiting for you somewhere? Or waiting for me somewhere?”
    The striking girl’s hesitation was deliberate, teasing, until she finally said, “Maybe.” Clearly a non-answer. For the first time, Ginger cast a small, playful smile. “Remember, Jordan said to trust him. And right now, that means trusting me .”
    Lynda had no idea what to think. Where on earth was this headed?
    But if Jordan wanted her to trust him, and trust Ginger, well…she was in love with the guy, so she was willing to go with it, at least for now.
    Without another word to her visitor, Lynda tucked the merry widow into the box and carried the whole thing down the small hallway to the bedroom.
    Standing before the cheval mirror, she slowly stripped out of her clothes. A glance in the glass revealed her bare pussy. After discussing it with Jordan, she’d decided to rid herself of pubic hair. That had been before she’d had a change of heart and concluded that she couldn’t keep on like this. But now, she remembered, Jordan had seemed at least mildly interested in the idea of her shaving it. Another baby step, maybe, that she’d failed to recognize at the time?
    Peering in the mirror head on, she ran the tip of her middle finger through her slit, wondering what Jordan’s response to her naked cunt would be. Then she ran her palms lightly up her stomach and onto her breasts, lifting them and teasing the nipples just a bit until they hardened. It didn’t take much, though, because she was already aroused. She didn’t understand his plan, but the longer it went on, the more excited she was that he simply had a plan!
    Sitting down on the bed, she rolled the stockings slowly up her legs, then slipped on the barely there thong which, she noticed, possessed little snaps on each side of the front panel for easy removal. Nice touch , she thought, and hoped this meant Jordan wanted to rip them off her.
    Next, she squeezed into the merry widow itself, pleased that the scalloped edges of the underwire cups just barely covered her nipples and succeeded in making her breasts look larger than their medium size. The lace was sheer, too—and as Lynda spied her flesh through it in the mirror, as well as the pink of her nipples, she suddenly realized that maybe lace wasn’t all that bad if it could show off this much of her body.
    After attaching the satin garters to the stockings, she grabbed the white strappy heels from her closet and slipped them on, then glanced back in the mirror. She couldn’t deny that the stretchy lace felt good shifting against her skin when she